“Silly” Questions
One morning, I was walking at the beach, as usual, and I asked myself a silly question (‘Silly’ since I knew the answer instantly.)
The Beach
I love the beach.
I cherish my photos and videos of them. Though there’s nothing that compares to the actual experience where I could feel the wind blowing on my face, hear the sound of the waves… and then I see in amazement how there are times when the waves reach me up to the ends of the shore and there are days when the tide is low that I could see what’s underneath those raging waters.
Art Process: Missing Pieces of the Puzzle
I’ve continued the process of my new work- it was almost finished, and I could actually treat it as a finished piece, but there was something missing. Then here comes the breakthrough to find those missing pieces.
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